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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog had been to the crazy golf to take some photographs for an earlier blog post. They drove back along the sea front towards the beach car park. Orange lights flashed as early bird council workers tidied the sea front ready for a Summer Sunday by the sea. They arrived in the car park around 6-40 am. The regular Motorcyclist already had his cone street laid out. If it was machine control practise you would expect it to be slow slalom type manoeuvres? He was riding quickly through his imaginary town. They headed for the beach. There wasn't a breath of wind. The red warning flags that marked the little tern site just hung limp, like tea towels threaded through an oven door handle to dry. It was very muggy. A milky sun glowed out at sea but hidden by cloud. |
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| They headed to the water's edge. It would be high tide in twenty minutes. Beach Buoy saw part of a bottle sticking out from some concretion. He tapped it on a rock and the concretion fell away to reveal a bottle stopper still in situ in the neck of the bottle. |
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| The beach was quiet. Small wading birds ran in and out as the tide ran onto then drained back off the beach. |
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| As it does, the high tide limited the beach area to a narrow strip in places up by the dunes. |
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| The sea rolled over sand banks. The milky but warm sun gave a perfect backdrop for the tern's romance with the sea. Some swooped away form the sea at the last moment, as if kissing it. Others fell headfirst into the sea as humans do in love. |
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| It gave one last push at the moment of true high tide. |
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| They had a sit and think. They had a long sit and think. The 7 am club came and went. Groups of Cormorant crossed the bay at height from the river to the south towards Hartlepool Headland. They are sometimes seen flying just above the surface of the water, First four, followed by a flock of around twenty and then two late arrivals playing catch up. The twenty stayed visible for quite a while due to the mass of the flock. They flew in a V pattern, looking like a large arrow pointing the way to this year's Headland Carnival. Eventually it was time to stand up.... slowly. |
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| As they headed back, two beachcombers approached . Beach Buoy had found a few "Bits." and left them in a group on the sand for the walkers to collect. They headed back to the van and rested on the sunny promenade wall. |
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| Later in the day it was Redcar. By now the tide was well out. |
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| The promenade has a collection of boats with tractors to pull them to the sea. |
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| ... and another. |
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| Stubborn Dog tried Redcar's promenade wall out for size. |
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| Then it was the vertical pier... aka THE LIPSTICK then the chippy ..... There was a time that Redcar had a traditional pier, similar to the one at Saltburn. See the link below. REDCAR PIER. BEACH BUOY, |
